Mad At Us

Yeah, juggle the money, I throw it up Juggle the money, uh, juggle the money Uh, ayy, juggle the money, I throw it up Juggle the money, let's go, okay Juggle the money, I throw it up Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked Pullin' up right in the Acura You look so mad as you mad at us Look so mad as you mad at us No reason to be mad at us Choppa talk, yeah, let's go and chat it up Money in my clothes like I'm Padded up Just finished school, yeah, graduate Used to sip lean out a double cup Now I sip liquor, it's cheaper No, no, I do not need her But I'm gon' fuck for one night, then I leave her Double G on me, a shirt in my sleeves, huh Big guns too, I'm like the Grim Reaper But I do not carry a scythe Scope on a gun, no snipe Chop it off right in the car like a knife I got too high before my flight While we was flyin', I thought I'm gon' die The flight attendant said it's gon' be alright But is it gon' be alright Is it gon' be alright Is it gon' be Am I gon' be alright Am I gon' be alright Shit, lil' bitch, I've been up all night On my grind Been up all night On my grind Searchin for shit I find Only shit that I find Juggle the money, I throw it up Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked Pullin' up right in the Acura You look so mad as you mad at us So mad as you mad at us Ballin so hard on a black top Big gun look like black ops Big ol' car, yeah, that's the trackhawk Pull up on me, lil' bitch, back off Keep me a gun, right in the slacks ah Yeah, that's the shotty, that bitch sawed off Sawed off, yeah, there ain't no barrel My closet hold Gucci and Louis apparel Fly like a bird, I feel like a herald Yo, bitch, sit next to me in a Camaro Yeah, right next to me in Camaro, the SS Yeah, let's go, Juggle the money, I throw it up Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked Pullin' up right in the Acura You look so mad as you mad at us Look so mad as you mad at us No reason to be mad at us No reason to be mad at us Just finished school, graduate Uh, yeah, gun talk, yeah, let's go chat it up Uh, yeah, uh No reason to be mad at us Lil' bitch, fuck, you mad at us